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Old Lady of the Apex Crown

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 997    |    Released on: Today at 15:16

mel

on the Rust Hounds had turned the entire com

across the territory, but without my authorization co

my machine shop, sipping black coffee as I watche

rewery was idling diagonally across the main gate, its furious driver lea

refused to hook up the discharge hose, demanding twelve thousand dollars i

full-patch enforcers were violently shoving each other, thro

g to a catastrophic halt without my pri

ed violently

logged gate, spraying gravel over the brawling riders bef

ic younger sister, stepped out onto the dust

dbag swinging wildly, shrieking at the top of her lungs: "Carm

fee, set the tin cup on the windowsill, a

raising the steel security ga

hold, her face flushed with hysterical rage

psycho bitch?!" Elfie shrieked, pointin

ut with titanium brackets because of you, and the reception desk ju

charity for French's medical bills, you're w

to the parts storage bays!" Elfie demanded,

ive-thousand-dollar balance due on my custom Reno leather

hand, almost amused by the sheer, unhing

to my workshop and parts

now, you ungrateful cow, be

holding the master security keys to every tool chest, parts bin, and tita

ph, and she lunged forward to

ist two inches

allon steel drum sitting beside the door frame-filled to

L

ward, dotting Elfie's pristine, four-hundred-dolla

of the oil drum, then down at her ruined designer coat, before l

my silk jacket! What th

your sleeves and fish them out from the bo

start walking the highway truck stops, because you won't s

reamed, losing all sanity as she lunged at

te threshold, Garrison stepped ou

her leather collar, hoisted her entirely off her designer stilettos, and h

g open at the hip, her designer purse spilling expensive comp

ssive hand resting casually on t

ws, spitting dusty grit, black mascara streaming

Elfie shrieked hysterically, scrambling

e county with his armored convoy! When he convenes Church in one hour, he is going to str

the gear into reverse and tearing out the front gate

tching the red taillights

t my sides until my

in Har

r to secure his seat at the regional charter tab

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Old Lady of the Apex Crown
Old Lady of the Apex Crown
“I was the financial backbone of the Rust Hounds MC, keeping my patched-member husband, French, and his scrap-metal club afloat with my private wealth. But I returned to the clubhouse one afternoon only to find him half-naked on the sofa with my half-sister, Hettie. Instead of apologizing, he sneered and demanded I accept her. "The club needs legacy. Hettie can actually give me an heir, unlike a cold mechanic." When I immediately cut off their funding, his entire family turned into rabid dogs. They tried to physically seize my family's titanium mining deeds and leaked a security video of me being carried out of a dive bar by a "nameless drifter" to frame me for infidelity. Even my own father showed up to the club's tribunal to strip my surname, demanding I sign over my assets before they broke my legs and banished me. I had bled for this club and this family for years, only to be thrown to the wolves so they could steal my inheritance. They really thought I was just a disposable Old Lady they could humiliate, break, and cast aside into the dirt without consequence. What on earth gave them the confidence to think I would just roll over and die? They didn't know that the "filthy nobody" who saved me that night was Camden Diaz, the Apex President of the Iron Kings, the most feared outlaw empire in North America. And his heavily armed enforcers had just blown the doors off their little tribunal.”